"Hun!" My door opened with a bang, causing me to jump. "Sorry. It's 6:30. You're going to be late." My aunt, May closes the door and leaves me to get ready.
It doesn't take me long since I shower at night and I don't have a lot of clothes to work with. I get dressed, comb my teal-blue hair-yea you read that right, I have teal-blue hair. I brush my teeth and I leave the tiny bathroom. I go to my room and I put on my dingy black converse. I've had them for what seemed like eternity, i grab my bag and phone and I'm down the hall, making my way to the kitchen.
I lived with my aunt and uncle and my cousin, Max, whom is 8. I've lived here for about a week now. I moved from Michigan, after my parents were in gang fight, something about drugs. And yea, my parents were in a gang. They were drug dealers. Free drugs for me.
It is a living hell here, but I have no other options. My uncle is an alcoholic and druggie. He's got it bad. He is also very abusive, both mentally and physically. I got it last night.
I was breaking up a fight between him and my aunt, and he went to swing at her, but I stepped up, and now I hold a black eye, and busted lip. The least of my worries.
"You. Look. Horrible." Aunt May says in a brittle voice as I walk into the kitchen.
"At least it's not you. I can handle it." She gives a small, fake smile and hands me an off brand granola bar. We were poor. Oh and just if you're wondering how my hair is dyed, it's because, in my old town, I had a friend dye my hair.
"You shouldn't." Just as she starts talking, Max walks into the room.
"Hi Mama." He smiles happily, holding on to his Mickey mouse lunch box. The very one he got made fun of for carrying. Yes. He gets bullied by a bunch of 8 and 9 year olds over a lunch box. But it's not just that. It's also from his clothing and occasionally bruise.
"Alright guys get in the car. I just need to tell dad we're leaving." I nod and I grab the keys of the counter. Max follows me, softly singing to himself.
"Why haven't you looked at me?" I question my aunt, who had just stared blankly upfront the whole car ride.
"Just thinking." She choked out, I could tell she had been crying the whole drive.
Since we had dropped off Max first I could say whatever I wanted. "What happened? My voice was firm, like a parents to their child. I had only been there a week, and I already felt like I was the one who ran the house.
"Nothing. He just got mad. And...and punched me." She slowly turned her head so I could see the newly formed black eye.
"How the fuck can you just say that so casual? Like it's a normal thing." She doesn't reply. "I'm going to be late for my first day of school." I storm out of the car, and I head into building.
I pull out my phone, to look at my schedule. They just emailed me the stuff I needed to know, and my books are already in my locker.
How can she live like that? How is she letting her own husband abuse her, Max, and now me? It's not like he was a billionaire. He had no money. There was no reason to stay. He had nothing for her.
I am cut off when I hit something hard. A guys body. "What the fuck?" Not noticing the rudeness I was presenting.
"What do you mean? You fucking ran into me. Learn to fucking watch were you're going." A very handsome. No. Sexy. Yea. A very sexy male looks down at me. His eyes peircing into my soul.
"I was looking at my schedule." I roll my eyes. That led to people gasping in pure shock. What did I do?
"Well maybe you should figure that shit out somewhere else." The words spit out like venum.
"I think you should fucking sort yourself, also known as shit, somewhere else." I shoot words back, just as venumous.
He pushes me against the lockers, putting my hands above my head, causing everyone to gasp. I clench my teeth together, so I don't show pain. I cut- did you think otherwise?
I unclench my teeth, and I start laughing.
"What's so funny!" He says in a husky voice. So very sexy.
"You." I laugh again.
"Do you want another black eye?"
"Fuck off?" I spit. His eyes turn black, out of rage. He raises his hand and turns it into a fist, but before he can do anything a teacher rushes to the scene.
"Everyone get to class! There is nothing to see!" A female teacher, wearing a plaid skirt and smart people glasses, runs over to were I am.
"Ryder Everest!" "Get away from the poor girl. She's just lost. Leave her alone." He turns to look at the teacher, still holding my wrists. He smirks and lets go of me. "You have detention by the way!" She yells as he walks down the hall.
"I'm Ms. Harper." She looks at me as if she is waiting for something. "What's your name?" Oh yeah. That's what.
"Charlotte Tucker."
"Yes. I was right. You're in my first period, English class." She gives me a big grin. I stand there awkwardly.
"Did he hit you?" Her voice is soft, trying to be concerned. But I know it's just part of her job.
"Who? "Ryder? No. Why would you ask?" I go into a billion questions mode.
"Sorry. Im just asking because you have a black eye."
"Oh..yea." I trail off as the bell rings. I follow behind Ms. Harper as she walks to, I'm guessing her class.
I get into the room and I already hate it. She makes me stand in front of everyone. My anxiety kicks in.
"Introduce yourself." She waves her hands.
"Im. Im. Charlotte Tucker." I stare at the ground as my words shake into the room.
"Where are you from?"
"Um. Michigan."
"Why did you move here?" My mind screams.
"Can....can...I just t..take my seat." I wouldn't have let myself get like that but she kept asking too personal questions. I know it's just basic questions. But I can't answer them.
"Sure. Sorry to make you uncomfortable." Yea no problem. Thanks for making it more obvious. I take my seat at an empty desk.
After my English class is Trig, then Gym- which I skip. Then human anatomy, lunch, French, and finally World History.
Right now I'm at lunch. Looking for a place to sit. I walk around aimlessly for what seemed like forever. I find a table with nobody, so I sit down. I would get food, being that it might be my only thing I eat today, but I have no money in my account. So I am stuck with this granola bar I got this morning.
Just as I tear open my granola bar, I hear a voice.
"Um. We sit here," A boy says. I quickly take the whole granola bar out of it's wrapper and I put the wrapper in my bag. I don't want them to know I can't afford named brand things.
"I'll leave." I grab my bag.
"No it's fine." A girl chimes in. I hear trays hit the table. "Are you new?"
I nod.
"Youre that girl in my English class." A boy- a different boy says.
"Yea..."
"Charlotte right?"
"Yep." I tap my fingers on the table with one hand and I hold my granola bar with the other.
"Do you have a nickname?" I nod and I quickly finish chewing my food.
"Char."
"Nice. My name is Briare. That's Gwen. Michael. Steven. And Kaleb should be here soon. He's always late.
I nod. We start talking about random things and I start to feel normal.
"Kal. This is Char. She's new, be nice." Kal rolls his eyes and smiles. I see a bubbly looking boy.
"Hi, Char. I'm Kaleb James. At your service." He does a little bow, causing the hat he's wearing to fall." I laugh. And we go back to talking.
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